Stains of thought left to linger

A former co-worker and friend of mine went to sleep and never woke up some time back. He was skilled, kind, fragile, and suffering badly from arthritis. It seemed so unfair, as it usually does when people you care about are hurting.

I kept him constantly in mind for a few days after learning of his death. Trying to piece my memories together to remember exactly how and who he was. Eventually, the image of him was faded into storage.

Until today, where I stumbled over his old weblog on the list of Danish bloggers. It hasn't been updated since mid-September. (A few months before he was hospitalized.) And it never reached a post count of more than eight, but still it was enough to make his image appear vividly before me.

His controlled enthusiasm. His considered arguments. His ever content attitude.